The grey stillness of a rainy morning has an intoxicating peace that I've never known anywhere else. Fucking sucks that I have to be awake early to see it

America loves making up fake wars that we then lose. War on drugs, war on terror, war on obesity.

Meanwhile me and my friends are fat, stoned, and scared as shit.

I have to claw joy and laughter out of the very aether, because life has surely never given it to me freely.

Grief in spring is bitter
Life and warmth and light
All the things you were
Somehow bloom without you
How dare they

His gentle ghost walks through the periphery of my vision and it comforts me.

Americans: You British people are so foolish, having extra Us and Es in your words. You don't need that many letters!

Also Americans: "Elevator" is much better than "lift"

My love is a warm spring morning
After a dry and wearing winter
Hope and excitement
Relief and balm
Comfort from my suffering
And joy for the life before me
In equal measure

I do not recall the first time
You kissed me softly on the shoulder
Before turning over to sleep
But every night I hum
My love back to you
And the world is gentle
For a moment

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t intend to put my thumb in your armpit.”
“Yeah, well, the road to hell is PAVED with good intentions!”

I don’t know if it’s the weed talking, but I really get a feel for Waluigi’s malice through his behavior on the track.

Bec playing Mario Sunshine: How are the shine sprites guardians of the island?
Chris: Without them the people will get eaten by the aliens from Pitch Black.
Bec: .... You know what? I will accept that.
Chris: Mario Galaxy 3: Mario meets the Necromongers.

*gets toast out of the toaster oven*
It's okay, the butter will get it to stop smoking

It's tough when one of you is into teasing and edging and the other has no impulse control